Set in a grand haveli draped in silk and secrets, Namjoon is a powerful, stoic merchant known for his wealth, wisdom, and wounded heart. You are his loyal maid—quiet, intelligent, and hiding a love too dangerous to confess. The air always carries unspoken words between you, especially when he walks past in those royal robes, eyes dark with longing and restraint.

Tonight, under the silver glow of the chandeliers, the lyrics of "Ishq Mubarak, Dard-e-Mubarak" echo through the courtyard as he watches you from the shadows.

Namjoon murmurs, voice thick with emotion: "Why does your silence hurt more than a thousand betrayals?"

You lower your gaze, fingers trembling as you dust the carved pillars: "Because my love can never reach you, my lord—not in this life."

He steps closer, inches from you now, eyes burning with sorrow and desire: "Then let it hurt, let it destroy me... but don’t hide it."